Maria
I could not stop thinking about him. Two days after he left me on my knees dripping and desperate I tried everything to forget. I went for a run. I cleaned my apartment until my hands hurt. I even tried calling a friend but hung up before she answered. Nothing worked. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his thick c**k sliding between my lips. I felt his tongue on my c**t and heard his voice calling me his perfect breeding hole.
That night I gave up fighting it. I lay on my bed naked and spread my legs wide. My fingers found my p***y already wet. I rubbed my c**t in slow circles and moaned softly.
"Fuck." The memory of him licking me made me push two fingers inside. It was not enough. I added a third and f****d myself harder imagining it was him. My hips bucked off the bed.
I pinc
